I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

The young demon lord noticed the change in the sky, and for some reason, his hair stood on end. He frowned and looked up.

What came into view was Ye Qiao's emotionless expression.

"What do you want to do?" He hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.

Ye Qiao stepped on a gust of wind, "Looks like you really enjoy playing with lightning?"

As she drew closer, the aura of the lightning tribulation in mid-air grew increasingly terrifying.

The oppressive force of the tribulation lightning surged into his heart, causing a momentary panic, but he quickly regained his composure. "Ye Qiao, you actually chose to break through to the Nascent Soul stage at this time?"

"Then you're really overestimating yourself..." His mocking tone changed, no, "Why didn't you meditate when you broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?" Her leisurely demeanor made it seem as if she wasn't about to undergo tribulation. In his understanding, the Nascent Soul stage was very difficult to pass.

As they spoke, Ye Qiao had already approached, closing in instantly with the speed of a gentle breeze, and Ye Qiao's cold laughter could be heard in their ears.

"Since you know me so well—"

She delivered a powerful low kick, striking him squarely in the jaw, sending him flying backwards and crashing into the rubble. "Why don't you go repair the memory stone and watch my fifth match?"

Anyone who watched the fifth game wouldn't be so arrogant.

The Demon Lord's lightning had no effect on her whatsoever. Both of them were at the Nascent Soul stage, and in a head-on fight, neither could outlast Ye Qiao. Ye Qiao was too fast, and even with the suppression of their cultivation levels, they couldn't catch a glimpse of her.

The young demon lord raised a smile, and a black and red light containing a rich demonic aura floated in his palm. He then slammed it down with lightning speed!

The light blue sword shadow materialized, and the white-haired loli clasped her hands in front of her chest. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and a thousand miles of ice and frost covered her. All her attacks were blocked by the sword spirit.

The Frost Sword moved back to the icy blade, each move aimed at the young demon lord's neck. As the boy dodged, the free hand gathered spiritual energy and delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen, sending him flying backward.

As the young demon lord was in pain, lightning spread out, scattering the light blue sword spirit before him.

Damn, how could a little girl be so violent?

As the ice layer of the Frost Sword shattered, she continued, "I will not see you."

The black sword shadow materialized, and an overwhelming sense of oppression swept over Ye Qiao, blocking his way. The domineering demonic energy landed on him, but in the end, it dissipated.

His eyes widened in disbelief. "What exactly are you?"

Without seeing Jun drawl, a bright smile appeared on his face. "How rude of you to talk to your great-grandfather like that."

He was once the Demon Lord's sword; how dare a mere young demon lord fight him?

Compared to that violent loli, this sword spirit is much more dangerous. My attacks are ineffective against him, and I am always at risk of having my neck severed by the dense black threads.

He can't beat them in a fight, how the hell is he supposed to fight these two sword spirits?

The young demon lord stomped on the stone and, without thinking, prepared to run towards the main city. He was determined to make his disciple pay the price the moment he broke through the main city!

Ye Qiao gazed in the direction he had left, then calmly opened the jade slip to notify Ye Qinghan and the others.

The battle beneath the main city was the most intense, with the remains of demons and monsters scattered everywhere. Only with the support of formations and magical artifacts could they withstand wave after wave of suicidal enemies. Ye Qinghan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his white sect robes were soaked in blood.

The boy opened his eyes, his gaze indifferent.

With the formation broken, there are still cultivators in the city who have not left. Once the formation is broken, the demons, who are going berserk, may massacre the city in one fell swoop. The city behind us cannot be abandoned; we can only defend it and at least hold out until the sect leaders can free up their hands.

Basically, one disciple could handle two Nascent Soul stage experts. When he clashed with a Nascent Soul stage expert, his left shoulder was pierced by a blade. Zhu You's eyes narrowed, and Luo Shui drew an invisible water blade, leaving a line of blood. He severed the opponent's head, swallowed a pill, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

With no one to protect him, Song Hansheng, a mere talisman cultivator, could only defend himself. Not only that, but he also had to save others. The demons seized the opportunity, flanking him from the front and back. The surging demonic energy slammed down on his chest. Song Hansheng's face paled slightly, and his internal organs were almost crushed by this blow.

Fu Xiu was not resistant to blows at all. He slammed into the sand with one blow. Song Hansheng swallowed the blood in his mouth and stared intently at the scattered talismans. He needed to ignite the talismans to activate the formation he had set up earlier.

Someone needs to hold them off during this time.

Seeing another attack coming his way, Song Hansheng calculated the distance of the talisman and prepared to take the blow head-on. As long as he landed next to the talisman after being knocked away, he could activate the formation immediately.

"Hey! Song Hansheng!"

Duan Hengdao reacted swiftly, lunging forward. His magical artifacts erupted with light, shattering after withstanding the Nascent Soul stage's attack. He dragged the man away almost instantly, his voice trembling, "Holy crap, holy crap, don't kill him!" That was the chief disciple of the Yueqing Sect!

He dragged the object to the corner where Song Hansheng had thrown the talisman. Song Hansheng's expression was inscrutable; he hadn't expected Duan Hengdao to rush up there.

Why send a repairman to help? Are the others just sitting around doing nothing?

The two demons exchanged a glance, then unleashed their longswords, slashing towards the area in front of them.

Duan Hengdao sensed the danger, turned around and stood in front of Song Hansheng. He unleashed his attack magic weapon, and the closed flower bud quickly transformed into lotus petals. A pale red light swirled upwards, repelling the demons that were attacking him.

That's terrifying.

Why would a weapon cultivator like him want to fight a sword cultivator?

But the weapon cultivator had many magical artifacts. Even after the Nascent Soul stage demon slashed at him dozens of times, he was not harmed in the slightest. Duan Hengdao was clearly terrified, but he still stood in front of Song Hansheng like a quail, which made people both laugh and cry.

He had been well protected in the sect since childhood, but when faced with these ferocious demons, his hands trembled. He cried as he viciously hurled his magical artifacts, and a series of offensive artifacts rose up, keeping the two demons from getting close.

"Waaaaah, please don't kill us!"

Duan Hengdao's wailing continued incessantly.

Song Hansheng, who was secretly grabbing the scattered talismans and preparing to ignite the formation, was completely exasperated. He reached out and pressed his hand on the trembling shoulder, his face pale and weak: "Hey. Can you please stop yelling?"

"It's so noisy."

Duan Hengdao's pupils constricted as he stared at the chilling longsword before him. "Ahhh, but they're coming to kill us again."

"Shut up and get out of the way." The boy, his face pale, shoved Duan Hengdao aside, quickly made a hand seal to block the blade that was about to be thrust down by the defensive talisman, and light blue runes spread out from under his feet.

Using himself as a catalyst, all the formations he had previously set up were detonated. The Five Elements Formation caused an explosion dozens of meters away, and none of the demons who got close escaped; they were all killed by the various killing formations.

Duan Hengdao's scream suddenly caught in his throat.

Thinking foolishly.

The Moon Cleansing Sect's killing formation truly lives up to its name.

……

Ye Qinghan looked at his fellow disciples who were all fighting with all their might. He was injured, with a deep wound on his abdomen that exposed the bone. With the help of pills, it healed quickly. He kept replenishing his spiritual energy and taking medicine, but he could only hold them off for about two days.

If we continue to hold out, we'll only be able to hold out to the death.

"Your main city hasn't fallen, has it?" Ye Qiao asked.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Seeing the movement of the jade slip, Ye Qinghan told Ye Qiao the bad news, "It's not broken, but we can't stop it, Ye Qiao."

"Take the people from the main city and leave, and evacuate those cultivators. I'm afraid they'll massacre the city."

Ye Qinghan slightly turned his sword downwards, pointing it at the ground. The white sword light shone brightly. He calmly told her, "We will guard this place."

They inquired about the ancestral precepts of the Sword Sect: wielding a sword, they were obligated to protect the peace and tranquility of the cultivation world.

This is the very mission of a true disciple.

"Stop guarding. Let them come, let them come." She said casually, riding her flying sword to quickly send a message to the people guarding the main city, "I'm waiting for them to come."

Ye Qiao sometimes admired Ye Qinghan. The Sword Inquiry Sect had a much stronger sense of conviction than others. They refused to back down even at this critical moment. If it were any other sect, they might have abandoned this main city long ago. No wonder Ye Qinghan was chosen to lead the team.

Ye Qinghan: "?"

He frowned. "What?"

Ye Qiao: "Look at the sky."